Siobhan grinned. It [i]was[/i] exciting, on two levels. She about to go to the school her parents had gone to, where they had excelled (to different definitions of the word), had made friends and enemies that follow them to this day [i]and[/i] she was meeting new people, talking to them as she had never been able to before more than a few words. If everyone in her year at Hogwarts was like Kyle, she decided, friendly and anxious and willing to talk to her, she would have the best time of her life.

“Mhm. I don't know a MacFusty that hadn't gone to Hogwarts. And it does get lonely, because even though there's six of us we're the only magical folk on the island,” and to that she grinned. The pit of her stomach that was rolling around nervous at the promise of alienating a friend shouted, [i]no! Don't say it![/i] “When Alistair went to Hogwarts, I just hung around with the dragons.”

[i]Such a Gryffindor thing to do,[/i] she cursed herself, smiling entirely on the outside when she badly wanted to cringe. 'Nobody's interested in Dragons, Siobhan,' is what Alistair had said to her while they were in Diagon Alley. It certainly seemed that way, as when she had tried to make small talk with a Slytherin upper year in one of the shops he had only scoffed at the mention of her Hebridean Blacks.

Maybe Kyle liked them? Siobhan had to hope that he knew she wasn't trying to brag about it. It would hurt drastically if he told her to get out the compartment, or hexed her like Alistair and his friends often did to each other when they were displeased, or just got up and walked away.